As dusk settled over the deserted riverbank, Dakuryuon and his companions found themselves facing a nightmare beyond comprehension. What should have been an ordinary evening had transformed into a desperate battle against a swarming horde of insectoid abominations grotesque creatures.
“None of us could have imagined… none of us suspected… that things would escalate to this point,” one of them would later recall, their voice trembling with lingering horror.
The battle turned swiftly against them. Writhing tentacles, slick with unknown fluids. Their struggles only seemed to excite the creatures further.
“And then… it came to pass.”
Later they found themselves cast into a realm of nightmares, a twisted domain where fallen angels writhed in eternal torment and malformed beasts prowled the shadows. And there, at the heart of this abyssal hellscape, stood the architect of their damnation: the Lord of All Darkness, The Darkness itself, The Dark Lord.
